I have an ounce of self control

for every pound of desire

and it gets pulled around like

a big man’s too-small blanky

~

i tread upon the

borders of insanity

and dream of

scrabble mine fields

~

where the words I need

are longer than

the letters

I have.

~

AND

I must Explode.

~~~~~

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